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James P Kinsella is a research based Visual Artist living in Vienna, Austria. He has an M.A. in Visual Arts Practices (2009).
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Written by JamesPKinsella in portal Romance & Erotica

Real Love

(This piece is meant to be a bunch of thoughts not prose, poem or anything else but the beginning of a joint communal definition from everyone whom comes in contact with this expanding, evolving view point of LOVE?)

Love is a connection between two beings

A respect and deep understanding or feeling between each other

A live, visual, verbal, mental and equal connect for both partners

A mutual give and take equal in all parts

An unquestionable positive and unconditional energy towards each other

An open bilateral journey where honest adjustments are honoured

A meeting, bonding, gelling and evolving of minds

A comfortable, cosy place where two people exist

A cave, place, home, environment or space that both like being in

An adopting, accommodating, evolving and open connect

Where adjustment, change and compromise are possible

A place that sounds like heaven on earth

Love is the plan, I in any direction. Worthy of each deciding consideration, the order by which i guide my hand. The only thing to give and understand as freely as oxygen that then lends our life. On this I stand

An agreement to love and a decision to do so

Love is all encompassing                                                                                                 Love is a gift and a request, never a demand.

 

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Real Love
(This piece is meant to be a bunch of thoughts not prose, poem or anything else but the beginning of a joint communal definition from everyone whom comes in contact with this expanding, evolving view point of LOVE?)

Love is a connection between two beings
A respect and deep understanding or feeling between each other
A live, visual, verbal, mental and equal connect for both partners
A mutual give and take equal in all parts
An unquestionable positive and unconditional energy towards each other
An open bilateral journey where honest adjustments are honoured
A meeting, bonding, gelling and evolving of minds
A comfortable, cosy place where two people exist
A cave, place, home, environment or space that both like being in
An adopting, accommodating, evolving and open connect
Where adjustment, change and compromise are possible

A place that sounds like heaven on earth
Love is the plan, I in any direction. Worthy of each deciding consideration, the order by which i guide my hand. The only thing to give and understand as freely as oxygen that then lends our life. On this I stand




An agreement to love and a decision to do so




Love is all encompassing                                                                                                 Love is a gift and a request, never a demand.









 
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Changing Snow

The snow it is coming at last

Patterns are not in store

Weather is not as past

But everybody they do roar

What have we done to this land

That it should sing no more

Will we ever understand

It’s not possible to restore

Down the road a billion or four

Climate it is in change

Worries a plenty there is in store

Activists stay in range

What have we done

Where will we glow

Mess up this planet

And there’s nothing to show

  

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Written by JamesPKinsella in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Changing Snow

The snow it is coming at last
Patterns are not in store
Weather is not as past
But everybody they do roar

What have we done to this land
That it should sing no more
Will we ever understand
It’s not possible to restore

Down the road a billion or four
Climate it is in change
Worries a plenty there is in store
Activists stay in range

What have we done
Where will we glow
Mess up this planet
And there’s nothing to show


  
#poetry 
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Give me, please: a micropoem consisting of 10 words, starting with the word "one," and ending with the word "ten." TAG me as well, if you wish! #onetoten
Written by JamesPKinsella in portal Micropoetry

Student Drinking Song

One,

the story just begun 

Big fat hen that's ten.

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Give me, please: a micropoem consisting of 10 words, starting with the word "one," and ending with the word "ten." TAG me as well, if you wish! #onetoten
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Student Drinking Song


One,
the story just begun 
Big fat hen that's ten.



#onetoten 
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Prose Challenge of the Week #53: Write about manipulation. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100 and will be placed first on our Spotlight page and the runner-up will receive 1000 coins. When sharing to social media, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Written by JamesPKinsella

Manipulative Cat Beware

Her name a chocolate, Mitzi Blue

Mice tormenting her favourite game

Cat-tree nest provides a good view

Cuddle stroking is her claim

Preparing to be caressed

Curling into a pose

Somebody is coming

Suddenly sticks up her nose

Twisting into a contorted ball

Meowing in a human way

Can’t miss her irresistible call

Trapped by her delicate sway

So all you cat lovers

Pay heed to what I say

Ignore manipulative cats

Or they will rule your way

 

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Prose Challenge of the Week #53: Write about manipulation. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100 and will be placed first on our Spotlight page and the runner-up will receive 1000 coins. When sharing to social media, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Written by JamesPKinsella
Manipulative Cat Beware

Her name a chocolate, Mitzi Blue
Mice tormenting her favourite game
Cat-tree nest provides a good view
Cuddle stroking is her claim

Preparing to be caressed
Curling into a pose
Somebody is coming
Suddenly sticks up her nose

Twisting into a contorted ball
Meowing in a human way
Can’t miss her irresistible call
Trapped by her delicate sway

So all you cat lovers
Pay heed to what I say
Ignore manipulative cats
Or they will rule your way

 
#poetry  #Proeschallenge 
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Prose Challenge of the Week #52: Pick a classic poem and re-write it, modernize it, and share your poetic interpretation of the piece. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100 and will be placed first on our Spotlight page and the runner-up will receive 1000 coins. When sharing to social media, please use the hashtag #itslit
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A Host of Golden Smartphones

 

I travel public alone and bare

On roads and tracks o’er Vienna fair

People in multitudes they do stare

Shining smartphones in the air

In aisles a standing, upon soft seats

Reading tweeting as horn beeps

In the dark, projecting to the face

Brightened people-oids on their way

Row by row in every place

At stops on footpaths in public display

Thousands visible any one time

Their laughs and jokes seem very fine

Those travelled, the ones without a glare

No sparkle they seem extremely bare

Great talkers, of a very good ear

Could not help but they loudly hear

Plainly visible without much thought

It’s amazing what, to me they brought

At home relaxing, a life that’s mine

On awakening, maybee just before sleep

My mind the smartphone it doth shine

Delaying my fall to that dreaded deep

Delightfully I fill with that multitude of light

Many people happy, shining exquisitely bright

...............................................

WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed--and gazed--but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.

.

  

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Prose Challenge of the Week #52: Pick a classic poem and re-write it, modernize it, and share your poetic interpretation of the piece. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100 and will be placed first on our Spotlight page and the runner-up will receive 1000 coins. When sharing to social media, please use the hashtag #itslit
Written by JamesPKinsella
A Host of Golden Smartphones
 
I travel public alone and bare
On roads and tracks o’er Vienna fair
People in multitudes they do stare
Shining smartphones in the air
In aisles a standing, upon soft seats
Reading tweeting as horn beeps

In the dark, projecting to the face
Brightened people-oids on their way
Row by row in every place
At stops on footpaths in public display
Thousands visible any one time
Their laughs and jokes seem very fine

Those travelled, the ones without a glare
No sparkle they seem extremely bare
Great talkers, of a very good ear
Could not help but they loudly hear
Plainly visible without much thought
It’s amazing what, to me they brought

At home relaxing, a life that’s mine
On awakening, maybee just before sleep
My mind the smartphone it doth shine
Delaying my fall to that dreaded deep
Delightfully I fill with that multitude of light
Many people happy, shining exquisitely bright



...............................................
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH



I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
.





  
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Winter Rumblings

Now that autumn it wilt glow

I pray summer tis not at near

The whirling wind it doth blow

The blue sky it does disappear

Now that summer it hath gone

I most drearily do fear

That autumn it hath come

Summer most certainly tis not here

  

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Winter Rumblings

Now that autumn it wilt glow
I pray summer tis not at near
The whirling wind it doth blow
The blue sky it does disappear

Now that summer it hath gone
I most drearily do fear
That autumn it hath come
Summer most certainly tis not here

  
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One of the most talented and beloved poets has passed away - RIP Leonard Cohen. The challenge would be to pay a tribute by writing a poem inspired by, or dedicated to him.
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Bye Bye

When I heard Chelsea Hotel first

My moist eyes, warmed deep within

It felt good, comfortable

I was more, whole

Then through time

The feeling mellowed

In fact it matured

To a soft comforting ring

Now I feel sad

Not that he passed away

But because hope of other things

New songs, has passed away

 

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One of the most talented and beloved poets has passed away - RIP Leonard Cohen. The challenge would be to pay a tribute by writing a poem inspired by, or dedicated to him.
Written by JamesPKinsella in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Bye Bye
When I heard Chelsea Hotel first
My moist eyes, warmed deep within
It felt good, comfortable
I was more, whole

Then through time
The feeling mellowed
In fact it matured
To a soft comforting ring

Now I feel sad
Not that he passed away
But because hope of other things
New songs, has passed away

 
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It's record-breaking time. Together, we are going to break the world record for longest book. 100 word minimum. When this challenge gets 15,000 entries, it will expire, and we will turn it into a book. Each entry will be its own chapter. The plot? It’s the first day of a zombie apocalypse, write a diary entry. Each contributor should share this challenge prompt with as many people as possible. If we break the world record, this will be read by people for generations to come.
Written by JamesPKinsella

The Beginning - A Zombie Apocalypse

June the sixth was a cold eerie morning and my freezing body and shattering teeth propelled me at an enlightened speed towards the bathroom. Inspecting my sleepy face in that extra-large mirror that Lisa insisted on having, I quietly roared John O Connor you are the greatest, as I smiled and hugged myself. Being wide awake I made a strong coffee and plonked my tired ass down beside the heater, after a previous hard day’s work, switching on CNN world news.

Instantly a news flash rang out and my ears strained wondering what the hell could be that important at such an early hour. It felt like there was something up but at this point and time there was no solid information. Minutes later we were informed of an impending presidential speech and the intensity of my feelings wavered. Later again they announced that the government had commandeered all broadcasting stations and controlled the news. Shocked beyond belief I quickly decided to go up and wake Lisa my wife from her well-earned sleep.

But before I initiated that action, I decided to ‘ink’ my new leather diary, a birthday present, documenting the string of events and strange activities that were happening this bright new day. As I was editing my entries there was yet another warning to all house-holds, to lock all doors, shutter up windows and secure basements. Now I was scared shitless and promptly dropped the pen and slapped the diary on the table. I tore up the stairs to the bedroom and tried to wake Lisa as gently as I could without causing too much fuss. But being so spooked I overdid it and she woke, screaming loudly waking the children Daniel and Jane in the processes. Calmly I tried to explain the situation about the radio broadcast as she put on her night gown and trundled down the stairs to the kitchen. She knew by my distressed state that something unusual was up and figured I was too traumatised to explain it clearly. As she listened to the radio she realised that the real information had not yet been broadcast, except that we were to board up our houses and stay inside. So she directed the stunned me to the shed for tools and wood, as she would ring her family and close friends to see what was up. Phone lines were engaged not a single person was contactable, so in a state of panic she stashed the ‘cell phone’ in her pocket should anyone ring and she rushed up to the children. Daniel and Jane six and eight years of age were already crying and wondering what all the fuss was about. Lisa with her motherly instinct began to talk softly and comfort them as I brought in a bunch of tools and wood and began hammering and sawing securing the sitting room and kitchen as that was my initial objective. By now the children were totally on edge and Lisa calmed them by saying the Government instructed us to make the house safer but that was not enough to keep them calm. So she searched for some of their favourite DVD’s and asked Jane to put them on pretending that she could not use the machine and that occupied their time for another bit.

Then the cell phone rang and Lisa’s dad talked about the president’s speech, but because we were so busy securing the house we missed that broadcast. She called me into the kitchen and repeated the news that there was a horrific epidemic, a zombie epidemic. My initial reaction was a loud ‘what’ but I didn’t want to disrupt the flow of news so I listened. She repeated, the virus was first spotted in New York, down in the village near a vegetable stand. A down and out ‘wino’ started to follow people around and then suddenly he began to attack and bite their arms and legs as if he was starving. The symptoms did not develop in the affected people until days later and the hospitals were not equipped with knowledge to deal with such an unusual situation. Zombie’ism was not on the priority list of the medical fraternity as they actually knew nothing about this virus and its effects. So with no control procedures in place it spread like wild fire and there was no way of knowing who was affected. Being the first ever zombie infestation known to mankind, the World Health Organisation was not informed until it was too late and as a result did not respond quickly enough to stop the spread. So the fastest way to communicate to the public was to allow the government take control and get the President to inform the public of immediate measures as staying put, securing home, resist contact with strangers and report any unusual behaviour. The whole country was at risk and that included our home place the city of Philadelphia.

We stared at each other for minutes in disbelief wondering if it was for real. We then resumed the job of securing the house and making preparations for at least a two week period. I investigated all entry points to the house and began to secure every vulnerable opening including all windows, with strong boarding that I had stacked away for extreme weather events that presently happened all too frequently. I found metal grids in the basement that helped reinforce the windows further. There was also an old metal gate that I was able to fixe to the front door to reinforce it, so that we could get in and out if necessary without weakening the entrance. The physical house now being safely secure led us to our next task of ensuring enough food and water to last a siege. Fortunately we had a bunch of large barrels in the basement, a beer project that I put on ‘the long finger’ so luckily we filled them while the water supply was still on. We had some food but not enough to last the two weeks or longer that we expected to be there so we toyed with the idea of going out to buy more supplies. We realised it had to be done immediately as by now, most people were in panic. I fetched some petrol cans from the basement and heading to the door I warned Lisa to slam shut the door behind me. I said under no circumstances, talk or allow anyone, absolutely no one, no matter what happens, even if it was your dad or sister, to come in. That reality of that statement made it blindingly clear to Lisa that things had changed, a totally other world the ‘new old world’ was in and as I drove away I knew that I could be locked out too. I immediately stocked up on gasoline at the local gas station down the road, just before the big rush started and I did not speak to anyone, not even people I recognised. Time was of essence as everyone needed food and by now most people would have realised that. Shortly afterword’s I arrived at the supermarket and wasting no time I charged down the aisle picking up what was left on the nearly empty shelves. It was mostly cans of vegetables and bits and pieces until I spotted the still plentiful fresh veg section. I filled my trolley with everything that was available especially potatoes right up to the brim and proceeded towards the till. Scrutinising everywhere I realised the que was getting longer and people were behaving more erratically. So after one last tour and coming across another stash of tinned beans I headed straight for the till, twitching nervously and impatiently until it was my turn. My whole ‘being’ was on red alert for strange movements or weird behaviour around the store as was everyone else. Literally no one talked or made eye contact and you could feel acute tension in the air. Then I saw a man staggering forward and backward making strange noises near the drinks department and literally everybody in pure panic looked over at him in shock, ready to exit rapidly if needed. But after a few minutes we realised he was drunk and calm settled once more over the whole supermarket. I wondered why the till lady was still working and not at home taking precautions, she obviously was not so worried or was misinformed or, or, or as my mind wandered and I thought ethically if I should let her know. But alas my turn came as I thought about my own family so I unloaded and reloaded my trolley and paid up, in just under five minutes, that was quick. I grabbed everything and rapidly moved to the car shouting to the till lady that there was an epidemic and did she know? I did not wait for a response as my anxiety was growing by the minute and looking from left to right I opened the boot of the car and flung everything in within seconds, all ready to go. As I got to the driver’s door I saw a distinct zombie like creature with dirty red platted hair, disgustingly covered all over in yellow pussy bile and murky reddish blood. It was crawling towards me leaving a trail of thick slime behind him from the far end of the carpark. In utter shock I closed my gaping mouth and forced myself to stop looking as I hopped in to the car, twisted the ignition key and luckily was able to make my get-away. I navigated home slowly but safely through chaotic traffic as fast as I could, never having to stop.

As pre-arranged I drove up to the house, in full view of the peephole in the reinforced front door and biped the horn three times very softly not to raise attention. Then I walked in a straight line tapping my head every time my right foot touched the ground as agreed, right up to the peephole and spoke quietly to Lisa, deciding to tell her about the incident later. She was happy to see me as she inspected and questioned me and then proceeded to open the door. Checking that nobody was about or ready to attack us, she opened the door to the hall which was a second line of defence in case we were attacked. Then we both unloaded the food and gasoline into the hall as quick as we could and after slamming the door shut again I parked the car in the garage out of sight. All the time we were very worried, highly alert and did not take any chances. I had to go through the processes of entering the house once again and it worked beautifully! We had decided before I left that no one would be allowed in until the epidemic was declared over not even close relatives and that was comforting as we already had made our choices, just us the immediate family. It was only when the door was bolted that I realised how utterly stressful it had become and I relaxed a bit and took a deep breath. We sat at the kitchen table me filling in the diary as we made a cup of tea and then we realised what a mess the world and humanity were in. It suddenly dawned on us that the world would be a different place after these events and we could not imagine the destruction or damage on a catastrophic scale that might be upon us!

Six months later a military battalion came upon the house still intact and in order to enter they had to batter down the front door with force to get it open. They broke through the second defence system in the hall and found a very ugly site. A family of four people, two adults and two children slaughtered, covered in blood, half eaten and badly mutilated all huddled together in a pile in the corner of the sitting room. It was a disturbing, sad and surreal discovery and the Lieutenant Officer could not stop the tears welling up in his eyes. The mutilated family were taken first to the special hospital for autopsy and then the incinerator, to be destroyed in case of live re-infection. In the house after a second and last inspection of every room before they left, they found a diary on the kitchen table and took it as future evidence.

Many years later an elderly lady, a librarian researching for a book on the epidemic was checking through the evidence from the Zombie Apocalypse archives long after the recovery and she spotted the black leather diary. She got permission to take it out and began to read it. She found it very informative, compelling but also strangely disturbing to read. The sad thing was that this family were never attacked by human zombies but instead were infected by a cat that the children befriended and their parents foolishly allowed into the house.

 

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It's record-breaking time. Together, we are going to break the world record for longest book. 100 word minimum. When this challenge gets 15,000 entries, it will expire, and we will turn it into a book. Each entry will be its own chapter. The plot? It’s the first day of a zombie apocalypse, write a diary entry. Each contributor should share this challenge prompt with as many people as possible. If we break the world record, this will be read by people for generations to come.
Written by JamesPKinsella
The Beginning - A Zombie Apocalypse

June the sixth was a cold eerie morning and my freezing body and shattering teeth propelled me at an enlightened speed towards the bathroom. Inspecting my sleepy face in that extra-large mirror that Lisa insisted on having, I quietly roared John O Connor you are the greatest, as I smiled and hugged myself. Being wide awake I made a strong coffee and plonked my tired ass down beside the heater, after a previous hard day’s work, switching on CNN world news.
Instantly a news flash rang out and my ears strained wondering what the hell could be that important at such an early hour. It felt like there was something up but at this point and time there was no solid information. Minutes later we were informed of an impending presidential speech and the intensity of my feelings wavered. Later again they announced that the government had commandeered all broadcasting stations and controlled the news. Shocked beyond belief I quickly decided to go up and wake Lisa my wife from her well-earned sleep.
But before I initiated that action, I decided to ‘ink’ my new leather diary, a birthday present, documenting the string of events and strange activities that were happening this bright new day. As I was editing my entries there was yet another warning to all house-holds, to lock all doors, shutter up windows and secure basements. Now I was scared shitless and promptly dropped the pen and slapped the diary on the table. I tore up the stairs to the bedroom and tried to wake Lisa as gently as I could without causing too much fuss. But being so spooked I overdid it and she woke, screaming loudly waking the children Daniel and Jane in the processes. Calmly I tried to explain the situation about the radio broadcast as she put on her night gown and trundled down the stairs to the kitchen. She knew by my distressed state that something unusual was up and figured I was too traumatised to explain it clearly. As she listened to the radio she realised that the real information had not yet been broadcast, except that we were to board up our houses and stay inside. So she directed the stunned me to the shed for tools and wood, as she would ring her family and close friends to see what was up. Phone lines were engaged not a single person was contactable, so in a state of panic she stashed the ‘cell phone’ in her pocket should anyone ring and she rushed up to the children. Daniel and Jane six and eight years of age were already crying and wondering what all the fuss was about. Lisa with her motherly instinct began to talk softly and comfort them as I brought in a bunch of tools and wood and began hammering and sawing securing the sitting room and kitchen as that was my initial objective. By now the children were totally on edge and Lisa calmed them by saying the Government instructed us to make the house safer but that was not enough to keep them calm. So she searched for some of their favourite DVD’s and asked Jane to put them on pretending that she could not use the machine and that occupied their time for another bit.
Then the cell phone rang and Lisa’s dad talked about the president’s speech, but because we were so busy securing the house we missed that broadcast. She called me into the kitchen and repeated the news that there was a horrific epidemic, a zombie epidemic. My initial reaction was a loud ‘what’ but I didn’t want to disrupt the flow of news so I listened. She repeated, the virus was first spotted in New York, down in the village near a vegetable stand. A down and out ‘wino’ started to follow people around and then suddenly he began to attack and bite their arms and legs as if he was starving. The symptoms did not develop in the affected people until days later and the hospitals were not equipped with knowledge to deal with such an unusual situation. Zombie’ism was not on the priority list of the medical fraternity as they actually knew nothing about this virus and its effects. So with no control procedures in place it spread like wild fire and there was no way of knowing who was affected. Being the first ever zombie infestation known to mankind, the World Health Organisation was not informed until it was too late and as a result did not respond quickly enough to stop the spread. So the fastest way to communicate to the public was to allow the government take control and get the President to inform the public of immediate measures as staying put, securing home, resist contact with strangers and report any unusual behaviour. The whole country was at risk and that included our home place the city of Philadelphia.


We stared at each other for minutes in disbelief wondering if it was for real. We then resumed the job of securing the house and making preparations for at least a two week period. I investigated all entry points to the house and began to secure every vulnerable opening including all windows, with strong boarding that I had stacked away for extreme weather events that presently happened all too frequently. I found metal grids in the basement that helped reinforce the windows further. There was also an old metal gate that I was able to fixe to the front door to reinforce it, so that we could get in and out if necessary without weakening the entrance. The physical house now being safely secure led us to our next task of ensuring enough food and water to last a siege. Fortunately we had a bunch of large barrels in the basement, a beer project that I put on ‘the long finger’ so luckily we filled them while the water supply was still on. We had some food but not enough to last the two weeks or longer that we expected to be there so we toyed with the idea of going out to buy more supplies. We realised it had to be done immediately as by now, most people were in panic. I fetched some petrol cans from the basement and heading to the door I warned Lisa to slam shut the door behind me. I said under no circumstances, talk or allow anyone, absolutely no one, no matter what happens, even if it was your dad or sister, to come in. That reality of that statement made it blindingly clear to Lisa that things had changed, a totally other world the ‘new old world’ was in and as I drove away I knew that I could be locked out too. I immediately stocked up on gasoline at the local gas station down the road, just before the big rush started and I did not speak to anyone, not even people I recognised. Time was of essence as everyone needed food and by now most people would have realised that. Shortly afterword’s I arrived at the supermarket and wasting no time I charged down the aisle picking up what was left on the nearly empty shelves. It was mostly cans of vegetables and bits and pieces until I spotted the still plentiful fresh veg section. I filled my trolley with everything that was available especially potatoes right up to the brim and proceeded towards the till. Scrutinising everywhere I realised the que was getting longer and people were behaving more erratically. So after one last tour and coming across another stash of tinned beans I headed straight for the till, twitching nervously and impatiently until it was my turn. My whole ‘being’ was on red alert for strange movements or weird behaviour around the store as was everyone else. Literally no one talked or made eye contact and you could feel acute tension in the air. Then I saw a man staggering forward and backward making strange noises near the drinks department and literally everybody in pure panic looked over at him in shock, ready to exit rapidly if needed. But after a few minutes we realised he was drunk and calm settled once more over the whole supermarket. I wondered why the till lady was still working and not at home taking precautions, she obviously was not so worried or was misinformed or, or, or as my mind wandered and I thought ethically if I should let her know. But alas my turn came as I thought about my own family so I unloaded and reloaded my trolley and paid up, in just under five minutes, that was quick. I grabbed everything and rapidly moved to the car shouting to the till lady that there was an epidemic and did she know? I did not wait for a response as my anxiety was growing by the minute and looking from left to right I opened the boot of the car and flung everything in within seconds, all ready to go. As I got to the driver’s door I saw a distinct zombie like creature with dirty red platted hair, disgustingly covered all over in yellow pussy bile and murky reddish blood. It was crawling towards me leaving a trail of thick slime behind him from the far end of the carpark. In utter shock I closed my gaping mouth and forced myself to stop looking as I hopped in to the car, twisted the ignition key and luckily was able to make my get-away. I navigated home slowly but safely through chaotic traffic as fast as I could, never having to stop.

As pre-arranged I drove up to the house, in full view of the peephole in the reinforced front door and biped the horn three times very softly not to raise attention. Then I walked in a straight line tapping my head every time my right foot touched the ground as agreed, right up to the peephole and spoke quietly to Lisa, deciding to tell her about the incident later. She was happy to see me as she inspected and questioned me and then proceeded to open the door. Checking that nobody was about or ready to attack us, she opened the door to the hall which was a second line of defence in case we were attacked. Then we both unloaded the food and gasoline into the hall as quick as we could and after slamming the door shut again I parked the car in the garage out of sight. All the time we were very worried, highly alert and did not take any chances. I had to go through the processes of entering the house once again and it worked beautifully! We had decided before I left that no one would be allowed in until the epidemic was declared over not even close relatives and that was comforting as we already had made our choices, just us the immediate family. It was only when the door was bolted that I realised how utterly stressful it had become and I relaxed a bit and took a deep breath. We sat at the kitchen table me filling in the diary as we made a cup of tea and then we realised what a mess the world and humanity were in. It suddenly dawned on us that the world would be a different place after these events and we could not imagine the destruction or damage on a catastrophic scale that might be upon us!
Six months later a military battalion came upon the house still intact and in order to enter they had to batter down the front door with force to get it open. They broke through the second defence system in the hall and found a very ugly site. A family of four people, two adults and two children slaughtered, covered in blood, half eaten and badly mutilated all huddled together in a pile in the corner of the sitting room. It was a disturbing, sad and surreal discovery and the Lieutenant Officer could not stop the tears welling up in his eyes. The mutilated family were taken first to the special hospital for autopsy and then the incinerator, to be destroyed in case of live re-infection. In the house after a second and last inspection of every room before they left, they found a diary on the kitchen table and took it as future evidence.
Many years later an elderly lady, a librarian researching for a book on the epidemic was checking through the evidence from the Zombie Apocalypse archives long after the recovery and she spotted the black leather diary. She got permission to take it out and began to read it. She found it very informative, compelling but also strangely disturbing to read. The sad thing was that this family were never attacked by human zombies but instead were infected by a cat that the children befriended and their parents foolishly allowed into the house.


 
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So Us, Intellectuals and may I add deplorables!
Where are we?
What's the matter?


Where are we going?Views badly needed - write, write, write, please!
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It was the night of the eighth

The spirit was high

The results came in

First to her

But then my-my

Traumatised looks

Sad day

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A Sad Day For Gender Equality

It was the night of the eighth
The spirit was high
The results came in
First to her
But then my-my
Traumatised looks
Sad day
More women
More cry

  
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